Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 12:39:21 +0100
From: Tom
Subject: Brief Encounters chap 59
Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!
First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!
This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.
Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!
You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!
Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!
Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!
Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm
And yet more!
Chapter 59 -- Total ignominy
Simon having courageously resisted committing the act of self-abuse for the
entire weekend had returned to school with his cock feeling almost normal
thanks and pretty well healed. The downside of having not ejaculated was he
had a semi-permanent erection which had certainly not been helped by having
the entire proceedings of the previous afternoon explained in minute detail
during the morning break. That followed immediately by Tom's erotic
performance in the physics class had ensured his erection staying up for
the rest of the day. Immediately the lesson had ended he had rushed down to
the dining hall to tell those that were in the class just what an exciting
display they had missed.
Brian on hearing what had happened was more than keen to wait and see what
state Tom would be in and what he had to say. Having not slept very well
that night, Brian took advantage of the respite and leaving Simon to gable
excitedly on settled back, closing his eyes to wait. Whilst appearing
almost half asleep, his mind was fully occupied running through the events
of the previous day and evening in delicious trouser stretching
spermicolour detail.
On Sunday he had returned home with a very excitable Robbie in tow and was
beginning to feel rather worn out, nevertheless there was no escaping the
scenes that were still fresh in both their minds and with erections to
prove it. Naturally after what Robbie had experienced with the older boys,
he was also feeling more than a touch frisky and couldn't resist trying to
touch Brian's shorts whenever the opportunity arose. For his part, Brian
was beginning to enjoy Robbie's attention and just hoped it wouldn't be
noticed by his parents, his mother in particular trying to ascertain where
they been and remarking upon them both were looking exceptionally tired. At
which point Robbie cleverly make himself scarce leaving Brian, still in his
bulging white shorts to deflect all such searching questions! Whilst Brian
didn't think he convinced his mother, he had convinced himself that the
sooner he got inside Robbie's shorts the better it would be! To celebrate
escaping his mother he decided it called for a third visit to the bathroom
since getting home, by which time his cock was starting to feel a trifle
sore and was doing little to abate his craving especially as there were
still three hours to go before bed!
By the time Robbie's bedtime came around the days activities had taken
their toll and both boys were feeling pretty tired. Not wishing to give his
parents any reason to question why he also might want to go to bed early,
Brian wondered if he could manage to stay awake the customary extra hour
before he too retired. Still sleeping in Brian's room, Robbie was
disappointed that Brian hadn't turned in as well. For a short while he
inspected Jimmy's briefs finally deciding to take them to bed with him,
that was as far as he got as within two minutes of his head touching the
pillow he had fallen fast asleep.
Eventually, dropping with tiredness Brian thankfully made his way upstairs
to bed and was secretly relieved to find Robbie asleep, sprawled across the
bed and looking positively out for count. All thoughts of going to bed and
reliving the scenes from the afternoon quickly evaporated once Brian got
under the covers. Admittedly he hadn't put on his pyjama trousers thinking
a little anal exploration might be called for, however instead of playing
with himself as he had planned he too literally fell into a deep sleep only
to be punctuated by some very explicit dreams! Explicit was the operative
word since they featured not just Tom, Alex and all the rest of his friends
in some gloriously disgusting anal fantasies. In particular they featured
Robbie who along with Barry were readily available for all manner of sexual
favours!
It must have been somewhere around two in the morning. Brian lying face
down was humping the bed as he tightly gripped his very hot and hard
cock. What passed for precum was smeared over his hand since he was feeling
to close to cumming having just been watching a dreamlike Robbie and Barry
doing a rather lewd striptease and undressing each other. Approaching the
climax of their act when they impaled themselves literally cheek to cheek
on either end of a rather large carrot was when Brian suddenly woke
up. Groggily opening his eyes he turned his head sideways and saw Robbie's
bed in the moonlight on the other side of the room. The shock of waking up
to find that it all he had been only a dream was a major disappointment as
he too had wanted that carrot up his bum as well! Whatever, in the cold
moonlight it had the immediate effect postponing his orgasm and for a
couple of minutes so he lay there holding onto his cock as it released a
few precious drops of precum into the white sheet.
It was no good. After that dream his cock was showing no signs of going
down and he knew was going to have to have yet another wank if he was to
stand any chance of going back to sleep. Slowly he rolled over onto his
side kicking the covers aside as he did so, gently massaging his overheated
member he looked across at Robbie and began to wonder if Barry had ever
been up Robbie's bumhole. Actually he hadn't, as until now they been
experimenting with each others fingers and penetration was scheduled to be
next on the agenda!
That afternoon, Brian had been was quite taken aback on realising what the
younger boys already knew, had been doing and were intending to do! In
fact, it occurred to him just as it had to David and the others that Barry
and Robbie were obviously far less inhibited and consequently more advanced
in their sex play than the older boys were! Rightly or wrongly, Brian
unable to resist Robbie's seemingly comatose situation decided that now was
the time to start to rectify the situation.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor he crept over
to the bed wearing only his pyjama jacket, his rock hard cock bouncing in
front of him. Peering through the gloom he saw Robbie was sleeping on his
back with the covers barely up to his slim waist, it didn't take Brian long
to ease them down to expose exactly what he had hoped to find, a lump in
the front of Robbie's pyjama trousers.
For what Brian now had in mind he needed to be on the bed lying by Robbie's
side before the next move which required the skill of a safe breaker! Much
to Brian's surprise it was quickly accomplished by leaning over and
carefully manipulating his hand so that it ended up with Robbie's hard
boyhood cupped in the palm through the striped pyjamas. In his sleep the
younger boy started to react by pushing himself into Brian's waiting hand,
something which Brian quickly took advantage of by helping Robbie to move
over and lie on his side.
The escalating level of excitement was becoming unbearable for Brian who
was constantly on the verge of cumming himself. Jabbing the fingers of his
free hand into the area just behind his balls he froze and waited, the
trick as Joe had told him really did work and his mounting climax
subsided. Knowing he had to move quickly before he actually came next time,
he diverted his free hand to the vital task of gently working Robbie's
pyjama trousers down to expose his bum.
Surprised at one point, Brian stopped to listen as almost it sounded as if
Robbie were mumbling in his sleep, no matter it was still proof that he was
deeply asleep and that was all that was needed. Licking a finger he
prepared to do what he been fantasising about on his third visit to the
bathroom that evening. Praying that Robbie wouldn't wake up he gently made
contact with his buttocks and by taking a full couple of minutes of simply
drawing his finger up and down the crack finally managed to touch the
spot. Robbie was showing no signs of waking, if anything he was pushing
himself harder and harder into the welcoming cupped hand. Brian was over
the moon at progress and started to run his finger around the hole, just as
he did to himself prior to working on the sphincter itself.
Scared of waking him, the stroking operation took nearly five minutes
during which Brian managed to contain his ejaculation twice, Robbie
meanwhile was showing no signs of waking and continued to hump into the
palm of the hand. Plucking up courage Brian made his move and finally got
his finger past the relaxed muscle and inside Robbie soon finding he had
reached his second knuckle. With Robbie occasionally moaning Brian started
to work the muscles so they became relaxed, several pleasurable minutes
later a second finger was added to the first. In Brian's mind the two
fingers and equated to roughly size of his own cock and with Robbie still
humping in his sleep Brian continued to work the muscle to the point he had
long waited and dreamed for.
Never usually producing anything very much in the way of precum and having
ejaculated some six times during the day Brian was absolutely delighted to
find that his modest, but very rigid few inches for once appeared to be
positively dripping with precum. With that, Brian started to slowly
withdraw his fingers and moved himself closer till he could feel the heat
from the sleeping body. Taking a deep breath and praying that Robbie would
not wake up to scream the place down Brian tentatively pushed the head of
his cock towards it's target.
As the two fingers slipped out of the hot, silky tube they brushed against
the end of Brian's waiting cock sending a shiver through his body. Hard and
slimy from the precum he offered it as quickly and gently as he could to
the waiting hole, it began to slip in with very little resistance. Almost
on the point of cumming yet again, Brian closed his eyes and waited for a
few moments wondering if he should carry on, should Robbie wake now and cry
out Brian knew his parents would never forgive him for what he was
attempting to do.
Suddenly Robbie shifted his whole body a few inches then appeared to be
settle down again leaving Brian so worried that he had almost decided to
quit whilst still ahead. It was at that point Robbie sealed his own fate,
he softly moaned the word Barry then he pushed himself hard into Brian's
cupped hand. Amazed, Brian couldn't really believe it and took a split
second decision to take full advantage of his brother. Pushing the head of
his cock a little further in caused Robbie's sphincter to react approvingly
by tightening on the invader. Nerves at breaking point Brian had at last
achieved his goal, it was the most wonderful sensation ever and enhanced by
the feeling that the ejaculation he had been delaying for so long was now
unstoppable.
It was only with a supreme effort that Brian managed to cum inside Robbie
with barely any movement or noise. The stop start foreplay leading up to
the moment had ensured that he would produce a huge discharge. Feeling
quite light headed after it was over and he lay there for a few seconds
after savouring the feeling of being gripped by Robbie's
sphincter. Inevitably he had to acknowledge that it was time to go back to
his own bed. Reluctantly and very slowly he pulled his gooey cock from
Robbie's hole and without thinking wiped the oozing head on the sheets,
just as he often did in his own bed!
Time had flown by. It was nearly three in the morning when Brian climbed
wearily, but happily back into his own bed to fall asleep almost
instantly. However, there was something in the back of his mind which
nagged him and really needed addressing, although not at that precise
moment in time. The complex issues revolving around the strong emotional
ties to his younger brother and the plain fact that he had effectively
raped him were subconsciously put aside.
"Oi, Brian!" David poked him in the ribs. "You can't have a wank here,
people are eating!"
Brian, half asleep sat bolt upright looking like startled rabbit. Both
hands deep in his pockets with the front of his grey shorts tenting all
confirming David's assumption!
"He could, I'd watch!" quipped Joe. "Look at his hands, bet them pockets
ain't got no bottoms!"
"Wot!" Still not fully awake Brian looked down and saw for himself how
horny it looked.
First he went red with embarrassment then sheepishly looked up and
giggled. "Sorry.. I was dreaming."
"Bloody well wet dreaming!" said David reaching over and the patting
lump. "Fuckin' hell that's hard!"
Before Brian could reply Joe interrupted and pointed to the far corner of
the room where Alex and Tom had just entered. Tom was carrying his school
bag in front of him, in itself as sure sign to any knowing schoolboy that
it was hiding something, they walked slowly over to the corner and sat
down.
"Fuck, wot's happened to you?" asked Simon looking at Tom.
He shook his head and didn't reply. He looked awful, the blotches on his
face made it quite obvious he had been crying.
"Why's yer shorts all wet?" asked David being the first to spot the darker
grey material.
Tom was wiping the back of hand across his face. Admitting to his friends
that had wet himself through fear was something he just couldn't do.
"Wot's happened?" asked Simon again. ""When you was in class out the front
all we saw was you had a big hard on.. wot.. so.. wot?"
"Uumm.. wait.. hang on." Alex cleared his throat, finding it nearly as
difficult as Tom. He looked nervously about. "We gotta help him. The zips
broke on his shorts so.. so.. he needs to borrow some pants."
"Wot?" David was confused. "Why... where's his?"
"Wet, wrapped up, in his bag" replied Alex quickly, "he needs something to
wear to go home in don't he?"
"Why?" asked Simon yet again. This wasn't making a lot of sense.
Tom finally answered. Unable to face looking at anybody and almost choking
on the words he stared at the floor.
" `cause I've fucking pissed myself! I'm all fucking wet with piss!"
With that he gave up fighting the tears and put his head in his hands.
As ever, Alex came to his rescue and put an arm around him, in an emotional
voice he briefly explained what had happened with Mr Turner after the class
had been dismissed.
There was silence. Tom usually the life and soul of the party looked
broken, tears ran down his face. The ignominy of wetting himself had
absolutely crushed him. Anything could have happened, but not that.
"So he ain't got no pants on then?" asked Joe who hadn't quite grasped the
situation from Alex's garbled explanation.
"No. They's all wet in his bag." replied Alex.
"But.. but.. why has his mum gotta see his pants then?" asked Brian
puzzled.
"Ah... I got it, think about it. If she's gotta mend his zip then she's
gonna look at his shorts... so it makes fuckin' sense to wear something
that looks like his under `em." replied Joe after some thought.
"Right, I see wot he means." added David, "Look, even if she only glances
at `em while he's wearing 'em she's still gonna see through the open
fly.. and if he ain't wearing no pants or he's got something strange on
she'll notice won't she? They always do!"
"I `spose, my mum would," said Simon, "so wot's he gonna have to wear then?
And where's he gonna get something?"
"Fuckin' Y-fronts." croaked Tom. "White fuckin' Y-fronts, it's all I've
ever fuckin' had.. so.. anything else and she'd know something was
wrong. wouldn't she?"
"I see." said Simon. "Oh shit."
"I've offered him mine," said Alex, "but they're blue and she'd notice
wouldn't she?"
"He can borrow mine." said Brian firmly. Standing up, his erection still
obvious he said. "Come on Tom's let go to the bog and you can get 'em on
right now."
"You sure?" Tom swallowed hard and wiped his face again. This was what
friends were for.
"Yer. I've always fancied having no pants on!" Brian smiled and put a hand
on Tom's shoulder as he started to get up.
"Hey... Tom," called out Alex as they set off the toilet, "Don't forget we
gotta be back to see Mr Turner in about five minutes."
Watching them go out of the room Simon turned to Alex keen to find out
exactly what had happened.
"So you'd just made him cum in his pants when he was called out the
front... and then his zip stuck? That right?"
"Yer." Alex nodded. "That's when you saw him in the front of the class."
"And.. then when the class had gone Mr Turner discovered you been
wanking.."
"Yer, sort of. He was really upset with us doing it in his class." Alex
sniffed, "He's a nice bloke and couldn't believe we'd done it, he was so
upset..." Alex wiped his eyes, "said he thought we was better than
that... that's wot really got Tom."
"Oh shit." said David. "Didn't help did it?"
"No, we'd really upset him," Alex blinked and wiped his eyes again, "and
then... well he guessed we'd only just started wanking and we couldn't
leave it alone."
"Fuck." said Simon. "But he's right!"
"Yer. But see, Tom was really frightened," Alex stopped and wiped his eyes
again, "well we was both frightened because Mr Turner said about going to
the headmaster and telling our parents and that."
"Oh... fuck," said David in surprise, "it was that serious?"
"Fuckin' right!" Alex sniffed. "So.. see, see... when he said about the
head and writing to our parents.. well, poor Tom having just been laughed
at out the front and fuckin' zip bust, well he, he was so frightened, well
just he pissed himself as he sat on the chair, went in his shoes and
everywhere."
Simon now had his arm around Alex. "Oh fuck."
Despite constantly sniffing Alex continued, now determined to tell it all.
"When that happened, I could see Mr Turner felt sorry for us.. even though
we'd really fucked up his lesson.. that's a bit of why I'm upset I `spose."
Alex looked up and wiped his eyes yet again.
"So he say's he won't do nothing, if we goes back now and get some extra
work." he tried to smile. "And on top of that now Tom feels like a little
kid who's wet his fuckin' pants and has to wear `em so everybody knows wot
he's done."
"Well we're gonna have to help then ain't we." said Joe. "But how?"
"Least he's got some pants now," said Simon, "he couldn't go round with
none and his willie popping out could he?"
"No, but Brian can, can't he?" David grinned at Alex. "He'll have his hand
in his pocket all the time you watch!"
Alex finally smiled. "Yer right."
"Now's the chance to check, `cause they're coming back in." said Joe
looking across the room and smiling.
Sure enough Brian had not one, but both hands in his pockets. The new found
freedom of not wearing any underpants was an erotic novelty of the highest
order.
"You alright?" asked Alex as Tom approached.
"Bit better. I washed me face in cold water." replied Tom, managing a weak
smile, "You'd better do the same before we goes, `cause you look bloody
awful as well."
"You do have a fuckin' way with words!" replied Alex picking up his
bag. Hearing Tom sounding more perky had instantly raised his
spirits. "Come on then, let's go and see what we're gonna have to do. Think
he'll be mad?"
"Dunno." Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I shouldn't have done it and I'm
paying for it now. I look a right cunt, don't I? Everybody's gonna guess I
wet meself."
David looked at Joe, they were both surprised at the use of the word
cunt. It was something was rarely used amongst themselves and certainly
never by Tom and only served to underline the way he felt.
Mr Turner was already in the room when they knocked tentatively on the
door, bidding them enter and close the door behind them he suggested they
all sit.
"So, Thomas how are you feeling now?" he asked, looking him up and
down. The blotches on his face an obvious sign of his distress.
"I'm... I'm a bit better thank you Sir." replied Tom with a slightly
cracking voice. He was determined to act older than the boy who had
recently wet himself. Desperately trying not to show any emotion or start
crying again he sat still.
"I have to say I was a little worried about you when you left earlier." Mr
Turner smiled. "And, if I'm perfectly honest I felt so sorry for you when
you.. well, when you wet yourself. I really did. Maybe things have been a
little emotional for you of late."
Tom was really touched by the comment, but he couldn't hold it together any
longer and a tear ran down his face.
"I don't need to say any more do I?"
"No." Tom shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "No Sir." he croaked trying
to sound in control.
"Well I think that's all then." Mr Turner smiled again. "Although I was
going to say.."
"But.. say wot?" interrupted Alex his voice sounding hoarse, "The extra
work?"
"No. To say that I think, probably since the lesson finished you two have
been to hell and back." he looked at them, "I think, other than you both
producing a couple of short paragraphs on our friend Archimedes in time for
the next lesson you have had enough punishment, don't you?"
"Uumm.. so?" asked Alex unsure he meant. "That all?"
"Well, punishment is meant to be remembered and the topic itself, will in
this case do that and make you think twice about committing any such crime
again." he paused. "Seeing the state of you both now, I think you have been
punished enough."
"But.." Tom swallowed. This was ridiculous, no real punishment for what
they had done. He must be the nicest teacher in the school. The universe
even.
"I am a little concerned about your appearance though." Mr Turner looked
across at Tom, "Can you move your bag and stand up, I want to see."
Putting the protective shield down and shuffling his feet, Tom reluctantly
got up. Feeling an absolute idiot he tried to close his fly, the white
briefs were winking from within the grey shorts. From the large dark
patches there was no doubt that his shorts were still quite wet.
Mr Turner peered over and sniffed.
"If he puts his bag in front, you can't see too much." volunteered Alex
helpfully.
"No, I suppose not. And maybe you wouldn't know his zip was stuck open
until he sits down and his white underpants show a bit." Mr Turner
sighed. "I'm surprised, because he doesn't smell too bad either!"
Being talked about like this Tom was looking and very humiliated. But, as
he rightly acknowledged it was all of his own making.
"Well Thomas, so are you going to stick it out this afternoon, or do you
want me to arrange for you to be sent home?"
"No! Stay! No. Please stay here.." he said in a panicky voice. "I can't go
home... me mum would ask too many questions! Please Sir."
"Fine, fine. Although I'm sure some of the other boys will find the
situation very funny and you will have to be prepared to accept being the
butt of their jokes."
"I'll try." Tom nodded accepting the premonition that further tears could
well be the order of the afternoon
Mr Turner sensed quite correctly, that the tears were on the verge of
returning. "If that's what you want and you think you can cope with it then
that's settled."
"I'll help him." said Alex, his voice now sounding as though it was
cracking.
"I'm sure you will and together you'll get through." he smiled
reassuringly. "Now what lessons have you got this afternoon?"
"Uumm..." Tom looked blankly at Alex.
"Double art and umm.. history I think."
"Well, off you go then."
The boys stood for a few moments before finally realising that there was to
be no further punishment. Grabbing their bags, they made for door, at which
point Tom stopped and turned, he smiled as best he could.
"Thank you Sir for... uumm.."
"Yes, quite. Off you go and bring that work to the next lesson."
Once they had gone Mr Turner prepared to return to the staff room to
suggest to the relevant teachers should they shouldn't be too concerned by
Tom's appearance as the matter had been successfully dealt with.
Chap 60 to follow